"It must give you a better understanding of the firm," Sarah said, "coming up through the ranks like that. It's a good resource for a CEO, to know the lower levels yourself, rather than just from reports."
She moved closer, sliding her stack of files on the top of the cabinet to free her hands. "And I'm renewing my offer of help, as I wouldn't want to just stand here if I can be of use." She grinned. "I'm pretty good with even the worst filing systems, comes from having to reason out the motivations of the creative mind."
And then her gaze fell on the file in his hands, getting a decent look at a floorplan before he flipped by it. It wasn't the floorplan itself that was immediately recognizable, though she was familiar with the building in question – it was the name of the place in the corner that she knew. The Hyperion Hotel.
What did the CEO of a law firm want to know about the headquarters of Angel Investigations, the base of operations and home of Peter and other people she cared about? It was another flare of unease like the ones before it, but this time, she didn't dismiss it. However, her grin never faltered once, as she didn't want to draw any attention to herself. She had enough composure, thanks to years of theatrical training, to make this work. Her expression, in fact, still had every appearance of sincerity.
"Put me to work," she said easily, though there was now much more riding on this than just being good at her job.